I met him by chance. He's oh, so handsome. Well mannered and polite. I said yes immediately when he asked me out with that gorgeous smile and those dark eyes.
I didn't know what I got myself into.
I put a lot of work into my outfit and make-up, because he was a real gentleman. I wore a dress... not that it would've made a difference if I'd worn pants anyways.
He picked me up at my apartment perfectly on time and took me to a nice quiet restaurant. A favorite of his, he said. The food was spectacular.
That's where it started. While we were talking about everything and nothing, enjoying the food and the atmosphere, I felt as if something brushed my nipples.
"Is everything alright?", he asked with a furrowed brow, ready to ease any discomfort - or that's what I thought, at least.
"Yes, yes of course", I said and smiled, even when the sensation didn't stop. It only got worse. It felt as if someone was circling my nipples with their fingers, pulling them, rubbing them until they were hard.
I'm sure he could see the hard nubs through my dress even in the dim light of the restaurant, but he never said a word.
I breathed a quiet sigh of relief when it finally stopped.
My panties were soaked though and I rubbed my thighs together for some kind of friction. Damn this, I must be really desperate to imagine my nipples being played with in public.
I didn't get a long break though, before the rubbing, touching and pulling at my nipples started again. This time though, that wasn't the only part of me that was being touched and there was no way in hell I was imagining this.
I felt something brush the inside of my thighs. I pressed my legs together, breath hitching, but to no avail. The touch didn't stop.
Whatever it was down there was invisible. I could feel it and not stop it from toughing me.
"Excuse me for a moment", I said and went to the bathroom. The sensation never stopped. The... whatever it was, was now touching me through my panties. Not hard, just a light touch, a teasing stroke through my soaked panties, a presence at my cloth covered hole.
I whimpered, tried to get it to stop but nothing worked. Determined not to let this stop me from my date, I went back and we ordered desert.
His grin was predatory when he suggested the desert. Especially when I agreed.
He ordered tiramisu for two and two glasses of wine to enjoy.
"We can get coffe, too" he said and smiled at me. In the dim light his eyes were almost completely black. So deep and soulful.
I surpressed a moan when- oh. Whatever it was, it was now directly at my pussy, no barrier left. My breath stuttered again.
A hot, heavy, hard and distinctively bare cock nudged my nether lips apart and pressed against my entrance.
My breathing started going faster in fear and anticipation.
"Are you enjoying this?", he asked and I gaped at him.
Did he mean the desert or did he know what was happening between my legs? He grinned at me.
"Go on", he encouraged, "you can tell me."
The cock slid in an inch or two before stopping, not filling me completely. My pussy clenched around the thick head. My nipples were still being played with.
The sensations was incredible. Nobody could see how the dick slowly started to fill my pussy to the brink, balls deep. Nobody could see my nipples being pulled and pinched.
He could, though. I was sure of it now. His pleased grin didn't hide anything. Was it his dick in my pussy? Bare and hot and thick?
"What-?", I pressed out just as the dick pulled out completely, only to slide back in a second later.
"You like that, huh?", he asked and leaned forward to whisper "whore."
My pussy clenched and he huffed a laugh, "I knew you'd like this. I hope you have enough self restraint, or you're going to embarass yourself in public."
I moaned quietly. The dick spreading my pussy picked up speed, fucking me in a still quite slow rythm, getting faster. I heard wet sounds coming from between my legs and wondered if my pussy was speared by something invisible or if you could see the dick moving inside my hole.
"Now that I know you love this, imagine what places you're going to get fucked", he murmured. "It could be anywhere. Your holes are now always accessible."
He grinned when I had to bite my lip to keep quiet. The cock was now fucking me in a punishing rythm, hard and fast and I was sure my body was being rocked by the hard strokes.
"How about a dick sliding into your ass while you're at work? Would you want to be lubed up for that?"
"Y-yes please", I whined.
"Yes you want the lube or yes you want the dick in your ass?"
Oh god, am I thinking clearly? Did I just agree to this?
"Tell me slut", he said. I was wondering if other guests could hear the way he talked to me. But there I was, getting fucked in public. That made me a slut, right?
"Both", I panted and he grinned.
"Good answer. Maybe we can train you to take a dick in each hole if you're this eager."
We? Who was we? Which cock was in my pussy right now?
But I couldn't think about it. I felt an orgasm at the base of my spine, my vision was getting blurry with pleasure and my eyes fluttered close. I gripped the edge of my seat when I came, bright hot powerful pleasure washed over me.
My pussy clenched around the dick hard and I felt it spurting thick ropes of cum into me before it stopped moving without pulling out.
"Now", he said while I was still recovering, looking around us discreetly to makes sure nobody saw me orgasming in the middle of a crowded restaurant. "Eat the tiramisu, it's very good. The dick will stay inside you. You need to be trained to cockwarm, so you better get used to it quickly - there's always someone or other that needs to be warmed, be sure of it."
I just gaped at him. "What do you mean? What does that mean?", I asked and sat up, feeling the dick in my pussy twitch at the movement.
"It means", he said and paused to smile at me, "that there will probably be no time where you won't be stuffed to the brink in at least one hole from now on."
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