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Please note all characters in this story are fictitious and adults (over 18).

Last Chapter Recap:

Mike is an amateur erotic author. He is particularly fascinated by oral sex. Careful readers have been able to deduce his interests and sometimes comment accordingly. Sometimes, a reader even engages Mike over email to share their thoughts on his writings. Most hint that they suspect that Mike’s own experiences might be shaping his story lines.

One day, an email arrives from someone who’s read his stories. Her name is Ms. E. She has been able to discover Mike’s oral sex fetish and she intends to exploit it. Ms. E. sends Mike a series of messages that seem to program his mind. Soon he is promising to do things for Ms. E. as her own personal sex slave.

Mike asks to meet the mysterious woman and she invites him to stay with him for the weekend. We catch up with Mike as he makes the 1 hr trip to meet his new Mistress.

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The Weekend Arrives

After a long day at work, I’m finally headed home to pack for my trip to meet Ms. E. It was just about 6 p.m. and I had an hour drive to get to Jonesboro. We had planned to meet at an Irish pub at 8 p.m., so I had plenty of time to get home, shower, and pack before hitting the road.

Ms. E. instructed me to pack light, I assumed this meant that she planned to keep me naked most of the weekend. She also instructed me not to play with myself between the time of our last email and the time of our meeting. I struggled to comply with that command last night, but I managed to make it through last night without jacking off.

I arrived home and hopped in the shower. My cock was getting hard as I soaped myself and then rinsed off. I was so excited to meet Ms. E. for the first time and I hoped to make an entire list of oral fantasies come true. I shaved my pubes while in the shower to make a good first impression. When I was done, I admired how good my cock looked when it was completely hairless.

I dried off and headed to my bedroom to throw some things in an overnight bag. I threw in a bathing suit, in case Ms. E. had a pool, then I threw in a pair of golf shorts and an extra pair of jeans along with two shirts. I didn’t pack any underwear because I was horny, and I wanted to be a little daring.

I pulled on a pair of jeans and then pulled on a summer weight collared shirt so I’d be presentable in the bar when we first met. I had to be careful zipping them up because my cock was rock hard, and it kept getting in the way of the zipper. I liked the feeling of going commando underneath my jeans, it felt lewd and daring. After I buttoned up my shirt, I was ready to hit the road.

I got in my car and connected my phone via Bluetooth. I selected one of my favorite playlists and got comfortable for the one-hour car ride to Jonesboro. I merged on to highway 40 to make my way out of Memphis. The traffic was lighter than I expected for a Friday evening. As I crossed into Arkansas, highway 40 became highway 55 and the traffic eased even more.

Soon I was on highway 555, and I was almost to Jonesboro. My mind was racing as I listened to my playlist and let my phone direct me to the Irish Pub where we were scheduled to meet at 8:00 p.m. The clock on my dash told me it was 7:30 and my phone said I’d arrive in 24 minutes, so I was right on schedule. I couldn’t help but wonder what Ms. E. looked like, and if she’d find me attractive.

I pulled into the Irish Pub in Jonesboro at almost exactly 8:00pm. The sun was just setting as I pulled into the half full parking lot. I stepped out of my air-conditioned car into the hot, humid Arkansas evening. It was easily 85 degrees and nearly 90 percent humidity. I was already horny, but the hot, humid weather made me even more excited.

As I entered the bar, I scanned the booths looking for Ms. E. After a few seconds, I found her sitting in a corner booth with two martini glasses in front of her. She was a curvy, forty-something woman with shorter blonde hair and electric blue eyes. Her dress was simple and low cut, exposing her lovely cleavage in a daring but tasteful way. I felt blood flowing to my cock as I approached her.

“Hi, you wouldn’t happen to be Ms. E, would you?” I asked, smiling nervously as I awaited her response.

“Please, call me Esther,” she answered, with a sultry smile, “I’m glad you’re on time. I took the liberty of ordering a martini.”

“Thank you, Esther,” I said, “May I join you in the booth?”

“A man with manners, I like that,” she answered, “please, come sit next to me.”

I climbed into the booth and slid next to the buxom blonde. I leaned in to give her a kiss, but she stopped me with her index finger before I could.

“Your Sahabet mouth will kiss me but not on the lips, and not now,” she whispered, her smile disappeared but was not unfriendly.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, my cock starting to swell.

I knew right then that I was already under her control, everything from here forward would be on her terms. The hand she used to stop the kiss slipped below the table and I watched her reach under her dress. As she slid her hand underneath, the dress slid up exposing her beautiful tan thighs. Her hand went higher and higher until it disappeared under the dress near her crotch.

Esther pulled her hand back out and straightened her dress. She the lifted her middle finger toward my lips and spread her wetness all over my lips. The aroma of her sex sent my libido skyrocketing. The fact that she did this in a somewhat crowded public

place had me turned on like never before.

“Lick your lips for me, slave,” she whispered, with a devious grin, “I want you to taste your Mistress.”

I slowly licked her wetness off my lips, and tasted the sweetness of her pussy as I did. The aroma of her cunt still stayed on my lips just under my nose. My cock was fully erect and pushing against my jeans.

“Unzip your fly, slave,” Esther commanded, as turned her eyes downward to glance at my crotch.

“I’m not wearing underwear, Ma’am,” I warned, “Are you sure you want me to expose myself?”

“If you don’t,” she warned, “I’ll send you home before you take a sip of your martini.”

I reached down and unzipped my fly. My cock shaft was partially exposed, but I was grateful it didn’t pop out into the open. I moved my shirt to cover myself in case the server came to the table.

“Move your shirt, slave,” Mistress whispered, looking at me with her commanding blue eyes.

I moved my shirt so that my open fly was visible to Mistress. My shaking hand reached for my martini, and I took a long sip of ice-cold gin. After I swallowed, mistress’s aroma diminished. I felt sad that it was gone, I wanted more. I immediately took a few more sips and then tipped my head back and finished my cocktail.

6 ounces of pure gin took effect quickly, calming my nerves. I was less nervous about having my fly open in public; even though my cock shaft was clearly visible to anyone viewing from the right angle.

Esther waved over the waitress. As she approached, I was relieved that she arrived on Esther’s side of the booth.

“Another round?” the waitress asked, smiling politely.

“Yes, honey, my boy here would like another Tanqueray Martini,” Esther said with authority.

“Does your boy like his martini shaken or stirred, Ma’am,” the waitress asked with a smirk.

“Why don’t we stir it for him, I’ll shake him up later this evening,” Esther replied, with a wry smile.

“Why don’t we make him a double, Ma’am,” the waitress said, “A sedated boy is a good boy.”

“I like the way you think, dear,” Esther replied, “Just put the second one in a side-car to keep it chilled until I serve it to him.”

“You’ve got it Ma’am,” the waitress answered, then she turned and sauntered off to the bar to tend to Esther’s order.

Mistress was now calling me “boy” in public and speaking on my behalf. I was only 30 minutes into the weekend, and I was already being outed as her sexual submissive in public. I was turned on to my limit. I was in a town where nobody knew me, so I was a little more comfortable being pushed way past my normal comfort zone.

While she waited for my double martini to arrive, Esther took a sip of her own martini. After she enjoyed her sip, she turned toward me and looked down at my open fly. Without saying a word, she reached down with her left hand and pulled my cock out through my open fly, exposing it under the table.

While the view was obscured to most of the bar, I knew that my erect cock would be visible to the waitress when she returned with my cocktail.

“Ma’am, are you sure this is not going to get us arrested?” I asked, my breath shallow with nerves.

“I come here all the time,” Esther answered, “She’s very discreet and I’m a good customer.”

I sat in the booth, half in the bag, and fully erect. My cock hanging out in public.

“What the fuck am I doing,” I thought to myself, “I’m going to get arrested.”

I needed that double martini to calm my nerves, but I dreaded the certain exposure that was about to occur when our waitress delivered it. At the same time, I was excited at the bold posture of my new mistress. She was quickly pushing me into more and more submissive acts in a public setting. If she was doing this in public, I could only imagine how she was going to treat me in private.

Esther Pushes Mike Further

I watched as our waitress placed my double martini on a tray. I knew that in a few seconds she’d be walking back Sahabet Giriş to the table. When she did, she would lean over the table to place his drink and have a direct line of site to his exposed cock.

“Ma’am,” I said, sheepishly, “She’s about to bring me my drink, I’m pretty sure she’s going to discover I’m exposed here.”

“And if she does?” Esther replied, “Are you ashamed of your cock?”

“No, Ma’am,” I replied, “But what if she calls the cops or something?”

Esther just laughed, not acknowledging my concern.

Our waitress picked up her tray, turned and started to approach our table. My face started to burn, and I knew I was turning bright red with embarrassment. Our waitress was at the table. She placed my martini glass in front of me and then reached for the side car, which was a small carafe in an ice bath. She placed that on the table next to my martini glass. When she did, I watched her eyes leave the table and arrive on my exposed cock.

Our waitress paused for a moment, then she smiled a knowing smile and turned to look at Esther.

“It’s nice when a man sits up at attention and really listens to his date, isn’t it?” she said.

“It’s wonderful to have his full attention,” Esther replied smiling back, “Do you mind if I keep him like this for a while, Dear?”

“I don’t mind at all, Ma’am,” our waitress replied, “Just let me know if you need anything, I’m just over there.”

Our waitress turned to leave, then she turned back around and said, “Just don’t spill anything, Sir. If you know what I mean.”

“If he does, I’ll make him clean it up,” Esther quickly replied, with a devious grin.

The waitress laughed when she caught the double meaning in Esther’s reply. Then she walked back to the bar. I saw here whispering to one of the other waitresses as they both looked over at the table.

I gulped down half of my martini in three big gulps and then sat there hoping it would take effect quickly. I couldn’t believe that within forty minutes of meeting my new mistress I was siting in a public bar with my erect cock sticking up from my lap.

I reached for my cocktail to take another sip, when I did, I felt Esther’s hand taking a firm grip on my cock. I froze in place, and turned to look at my Mistress. She smiled back at me and started to discretely stroke me under the table. I was so aroused already that the additional stimulation was starting to make me worry about how long I would last.

Esther leaned over toward me and whispered, “If you cum, I’m going to make you eat it.”

She was taking slow strokes over the tip of my cock. Her fingers focused on the frenulum underneath the purple head of my cock. It was an incredibly sensitive spot and I was squirming every time she touched it lightly with her fingers.

With her other hand, Esther picked up her martini and took a sip.

Then, she turned and looked me in the eye and asked, “Are you going to do anything I ask to please me this weekend?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered quickly, “Just don’t make me cum right here, in public.”

“Now, that’s not the answer I needed,” She replied, and she increased the pace of the strokes she was taking on my cock.

“Yes, Mistress, anything,” I quickly said, “whatever you want.”

Esther slowed her strokes and waited to see how I reacted. My face must have showed relief. She smiled and pulled her hand away from my cock.

“Wait here,” Esther said, and she slid out of the booth then walked toward the bar. I watched her curvy hips sway as she approached our waitress. The two talked briefly. The waitress looked at me and smiled. I could see the waitress nodding, and then pointing toward the back of the bar, near the rest rooms.

Esther handed the waitress something, they both laughed a little, then Esther turned and started making her way back to the table.

When she got back to booth, she looked at me and said, “Zip up and follow me.”

I was careful not to catch my hard dick in my zipper as I zipped up my fly. Then I slid out of the booth and followed Esther toward the back of the bar. I tried not to make eye contact with anyone, because I knew that my hardon was showing through my jeans.

Esther and I approached the back of the bar. She pushed open a door that said employees only. I followed her through the door and out into the hot humid Arkansas evening. We were in an alley behind the bar. There were three large dumpsters and a few employee vehicles. It wasn’t dirty and it was surprisingly quiet and somewhat private.

“On your knees,” Esther demanded.

I knew by the tone in her voice, she wasn’t going to ask again, so I followed her instructions and dropped to my knees.

She turned around and looked over her shoulder at me. Then she lifted her dress, exposing her beautiful round ass. I knew she wasn’t wearing underwear, but having her naked ass in Sahabet Güncel Giriş front of me took me off guard.

“It’s time for you to taste my ass,” Esther said.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I leaned forward and started kissing her ass cheeks as I caressed her large tan globes. After spending a few seconds kissing her soft, round ass cheeks, I started taking long licks up her ass crack from bottom to top.

Esther leaned over a little, opening her ass so my tongue could reach every nook and cranny. I was on my knees, in a dark alley, worshipping the ass of a woman I had just met an hour ago.

“That’s it boy, get your tongue in Mistress’s ass,” Esther moaned, clearly enjoying my tongue bath.

She tasted earthy, but good. I was working up a little sweat as I buried my face between her ass cheeks and started to tongue fuck Mistress’s ass. I buried my tongue as deeply as I could and wiggled it inside of her. My entire face was covered by Mistress’s beautiful ass cheeks. I felt so dirty but so gratified. I was finally quenching my fetish. I was eating her ass like a pig at the trough.

“You dirty pervert,” Esther moaned, “Look at you with your entire face in my big ass, you have no self-respect do you?”

I moaned into Mistress’s ass as I continued to drive my tongue into her pink pucker. I couldn’t get enough of her beautiful round ass.

“Take your cock out and jack off while you eat my ass pervert,” Esther growled, “I want to see you cum while you commit this devious act.”

I reached down and opened my jeans. Then I pulled out my cock and started jacking myself off while Mistress continued to push her ass into my face. I felt Mistress’s hands reach around and grab my hair. She pulled my face more deeply into her ass crack, almost suffocating me between her cheeks.

“Make me cum, you pervert,” Mistress moaned, “Make me cum with your tongue in my ass.”

I was lost in the moment, on my knees, cock out, in a public alley, worshipping the ass of the curvy blonde woman I barely knew. I was as horny as I had ever been in my life, I could feel that my orgasm was quickly approaching, and I didn’t care.

“Yeah, baby, eat that ass,” Mistress hissed as her legs started to shake, showing me that she was about to cum.

“I love your ass Mistress,” I bellowed as I my cock started shooting streaks of cum into the air.

Esther pulled my head deep into her ass and started shaking.

“You fucking pervert,” she moaned as her orgasm hit.

She ground her ass in my face as I continued to stroke myself and unload my balls into the public alley. My face was wet with perspiration as I continued to pleasure Mistress through the rest of her orgasm. My entire face was now covered in perspiration and some of her pussy juice. As ground her ass against me she started to take longer strokes so my tongue would hit her pussy and ass both. I was literally being face fucked.

After another minute, Mistresses orgasm subsided, and she pulled her ass away from me. Then she slid her dress down over her round hips and turned to look at me. Mistress stood there with her arms crossed looking at a grown man, on his knees, with his cock hanging out and a pool of cum on the ground in front of him.

“Look at you,” she scoffed, “you’re a mess.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered, a weird smile on my satisfied face.

“Clean that cum off your hand and put your cock away,” Mistress demanded, “I want to get back to my cocktail.”

I looked around the alleyway for a newspaper or cloth to wipe my hands.

“Lick it off, pervert,” Mistress demanded, “you’ll do that for me won’t you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered, “If that’s what you want.”

I brought my hand to my mouth and started to lick the residual semen off my fingers and thumb. I had tasted my own cum before, so it wasn’t that new to me. What was new, was doing it in public, under the watchful eye of a dominatrix. After I cleaned up my hand, I tucked my flaccid cock back into my jeans, and then zipped myself up.

“Good boy,” Mistress commented, “Now let’s go back and finish our cocktails.”

“But Mistress,” I stammered, “My face is covered in your juices and my hair must look ridiculous.”

I tried to straighten my hair with my fingers as I rose to my feet.

“Nobody is going to notice,” Mistress argued, “Except maybe our waitress, I told her I was going to make you eat my ass.”

“Jeezus, Mistress,” I replied, “I’m going to be a laughingstock.”

“What do you care?” Mistress replied, “You don’t know anyone here. You’re lucky I let you put your cock away.”

I was starting to get concerned that my desire to feed my fetish had consequences greater than I had calculated. I resigned myself to get back to the table and then re-evaluate. Mistress was right, I didn’t know anyone in this town, so I wasn’t all that concerned with public opinion.

I followed Esther toward the door. I was bracing myself for an embarrassing re-entry.

She placed her hand on the knob and then turned to me and smiled, “I told our waitress I’d have you eat her too if you were any good, I hope that’s O.K.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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