Dylan abruptly pulls me into his arms and buries his face in my neck.
“Thank you,” he breathes into my ear.
“For what?”
“I’ve always fantasized about fucking you in public, so thank you for that. You were perfect.”
***
Afternoon Snack
Another hour later, I’m finally able to pry Isa away from the paintings and we leave to eat some lunch. Watching her speak French is arousing me as she speaks to the waiter. Again, her mouth is captivating as it forms the strange words and I ache to be inside of her - all of her; her mouth, her ass, her pussy. Isa looks up at me and her eyes change color, signaling that Mistress Isabel is now in the house.
She asks our server, “Parlez-vous Anglais?” to which he responds, yes, in English. He leaves and Isa smiles deviously at me.
“I know that look in your eyes,” she says.
“Oh, you do?”
She nods and slides next to me in the booth, pressing herself into me and practically sitting in my lap. She runs her hand up my thigh and rubs my hardening cock through my pants, making me moan from the sensation. She unbuttons my pants, pulls my dick out and starts stroking me. I look around anxiously at the crowded room and no one seems to be paying any attention to Isa’s filthy movements as she jerks me off under the table.
“Be a good boy and come for me,” she breathes into my ear as her hand squeezes around me and moves up and down.
“Yes, Mistress,” I grunt out.
Fucking hell. I have to fight the urge to clear the table off and throw Isa down onto it and fuck my Mistress into oblivion. She licks my cheek and moans under her breath.
“Come, Dylan,” she says softly.
Her voice… that tone… fuck, fuck, fuck. I close my eyes tightly and concentrate on giving her what she wants.
We’re rudely interrupted by the waiter who brings back our drinks and appetizers, but Isa’s pace goes unchanged as she continues to stroke me, never taking her eyes off of me.
“Thank you, that’s all,” she utters to the man and he quickly retreats.
Watching her mouth move is the most God damned sexy thing ever as I imagine her pink glossed lips wrapped around my cock. I pick up a grape from the wine and cheese tray and run it along her bottom lip. She teases it with her tongue and I push it into her mouth along with my index finger. She licks, sucks and nibbles my finger as if it’s my dick and twirls her tongue over the tip. Thrusting up into her grip, her hand clamps tighter around me as she runs her thumb over the head of my cock. She speeds up her stroking motions making my finish build quickly. Shit. I’m really going to come right here in the middle of this motherfucking restaurant.
“That’s it, give it to me, Dylan,” Isa tells me as she watches my cock fixedly.
I clench my jaw trying to avoid the inevitable and Isa’s head goes down just as I spray my hot seed into her mouth. She quickly sucks me dry, then sits up nonchalantly and wipes her mouth with a napkin and sips on her wine. My eyes dart around to see if anyone has witnessed our lewd display of affection and the people around us could seemingly care less.
I put myself together and take a big gulp of wine while Isa snacks on the cheese laid out before us.
“You’re a naughty little thing, you know that?” I say to her.
She looks over at me and grins proudly.
“I have big plans for us tonight,” I tell her without explaining myself.
“Not another public scene, I hope,” she answers back with wide eyes.
“No, but that does sound like fun. Are you sure you’re not up to it?”
She shakes her head no exaggeratedly at me.
“Why not? You just jacked me off in public. What’s the difference?” I snort.
Isa blushes like a schoolgirl as though it never occurred to her that what she just did to me was scandalous.
The waiter arrives with our lunch and asks if we’ll be having dessert and Isa doesn’t miss a beat.
“My husband just gave me my dessert and I’ll be giving him his later.”
***
Owned
We come upon an upscale nightclub not far off the beaten path that has a line outside about twenty people deep. Handing the doorman several €100 Euro notes, we’re able to slip inside ahead of everyone else. Loud heavy bass and smoke fill the air and bright strobe lights flicker on the dance floor. The dark corners of the establishment are filled with breathtaking women and men fondling them. I order Isa a tequila shot and two shots of Irish scotch for myself with water chasers. We down our liquor and grope each other in a small booth near the dance floor.
Isa has another two shots of tequila and the effects of the alcohol on her are almost immediate. It’s as if the beverage bypasses all her organs and goes straight to her libido. She closes her eyes and starts moving rhythmically to the music, touching herself seductively by running her hands through her hair, over her lips and in her mouth as she licks the tips of her fingers. Her hands then inch their way down her stomach and to her thighs. Mildly inebriated Isa is a hard-on provoking sight to behold.