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Authors name: Lady Seyton (nastybabygiri@aol.com)
Story title : Enolah & Rob
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Enolah & Rob (MF, exh, reluc, orgasm denial)
by Lady Seyton (nastybabygiri@aol.com)
***
A man finally takes the upper hand with his girlfriend
and forces her to be more agreeable to his desires.
***
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, the first weekend that
he'd had off from work in a month. Enolah was lounging on
the sofa, a book in her hand. He was sipping a glass of
wine and watching her idly rubbing her pussy as she read.
She was wearing her usual at home outfit of cutoff denim
shorts and a bra... nothing else. He was hard just
looking at her.
A half an hour had passed and he could see the wet spot
in between her legs. He didn't know if it was the book
she was reading or him watching her. Either way, he'd
made up his mind to do something about it. Standing
abruptly, he snatched the book from her hand and closed
it.
"I need something from you," Rob said sharply. She looked
up at him, unimpressed.
"I was reading."
"Well, now you're not. You're coming with me." He grabbed
her forearms and pulled her off the sofa and into the
bedroom. One wall was composed of two huge sliding glass
doors. He pushed her, face first, into one.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Enolah asked,
incredulous. He ignored her and opened the blinds all the
way, exposing the bedroom to the parking lot of their
condo buildings.
"You're wet," he stated, coming up behind her and putting
his arms around her waist. "I was hard as a rock watching
you."
"I know," she said smugly.
He pushed her up against the glass and pinched her
nipples.
She gasped. "What are you doing? Anyone can see me."
"I know," he replied in the same smug tone. "You're a
little cock tease. I just thought you might appreciate
teasing a lot of them at once."
He felt a shiver run through her and grinned. Without
warning, he pulled the under wire cups of her bra over
her breasts and pressed them into the glass. Her nipples
instantly became hard.
"Someone is going to see," she hissed. "Let me go!"
He said nothing, but put his hand between her legs,
feeling the moistness of the denim. He pinched her lips
through the fabric and heard her moan.
"Please, Rob... shut the blinds and we'll go to bed."
He ignored her as he continued this soft torture. She was
moaning, writhing against the glass. Over her shoulder a
he saw a car pull into the parking lot. He pushed his
other hand into her shorts and was pleased to note she
wore no panties. She placed her hands on the glass and
leaned into him, not aware that someone was already
watching her from the car outside.
"Fuck me now," she choked, moaning and thrusting her hips
to capture his fingers.
"Oh, I don't think so, cock tease. I think you deserve a
little teasing yourself."
Who ever was in the car wasn't getting out and Rob knew
for a fact that she was being watched. Inside his own
pants, his cock was painful, pushing against the fabric
and against her tight ass. He thrust his hand down into
her shorts and pulled on her small thatch of hair,
occasionally brushing her clit. She groaned and bucked
her hips faster, as if determined to go against his
wishes.
"Someone is watching you, Enolah," he said softly into
her ear.
"Oh, God," she moaned, but didn't stop trying to fuck his
fingers. He took his other hand out from between her legs
and unbuttoned her shorts, then pulled down the zipper.
With the pressure of the straining denim off her pussy,
his hand fell away.
"Nooooo!" She cried. The shorts slipped down her hips of
their own accord and he took that opportunity to press
her pussy against the glass door. Carefully, he spread
her lips so that her swollen clit came into contact with
the door. Shamelessly, she rubbed herself on it, making
animalistic noises. To Rob's pleasure, another car pulled
into the lot.
"Good girl," he whispered in her ear as she ground her
pussy into the glass. It was giving her no relief, which
was what he liked the most. He played with the rim of her
asshole, listening to her little cries of pleasure and
pain. Her clit and her nipples were pressed firmly to the
door and neither of the car's passengers were getting
out. He toyed with her ass as he spoke.
"Don't move, baby. Stay right here and I'll be back."
At that her eyes finally opened and she turned her head
to the side. "You're leaving me?" she asked, her voice a
wail. She turned around immediately. Angry, he pushed her
ass up against the glass and spread her cheeks. He wasn't
about to risk losing the spectators.
Taking her hand, he led it down to his cock, still
buttoned up behind his jeans. "You feel this?" He
demanded. She nodded, caressing it. He noted how red and
swollen her pussy was, how the wetness had given it such
an erotic sheen. Her breasts were red and irritated. He
took her hand away and roughly rubbed her tortured pussy
with his denim-clad cock. "Then you know I'll be back. I
just need to get something."
She was dry-fucking his cock and couldn't have cared less
at that point. "Turn back around, Enolah. Disobey me and
I'll make this much worse for you."
He had to turn her around himself, so lost was she in her
arousal. Her sopping wet pussy slapped against the glass
and he looked out at the parking lot once more to see if
his audience was still there. He loved to have other
people looking at his woman, so long as they didn't
touch.
He practically ran to the utility closet and grabbed what
he was looking for. When he reentered the room, he wasn't
exactly surprised to see Enolah sitting on the bed, away
from the window, and on the brink of an orgasm, her
fingers working furiously into her dark-red cunt.
"Why you little bitch," he snarled and grabbed her long
black hair. He shoved her back into the glass and pressed
his body against her back. He looked out into the parking
lot, but couldn't tell if the cars were still occupied or
not. He was furious, not knowing if anyone was watching
her.
He spread her legs, none too gently, with his knee and
put her hands high above her head. Then he took the duct
tape from the utility closet and taped all four limbs
securely to the glass. She shrieked in frustration and he
smiled grimly. Her hips rubbed against the glass, ass
working in tight little circles. She couldn't move very
much. He thought for a second, then decided to bind her
waist as well. Taking four long strips of tape, he
pressed her belly to the glass and secured it there. She
screamed and squirmed, but to his satisfaction, she
couldn't get lose. He opened her pussy lips again and
pressed her clit to the glass. Her juices were smeared
all over it and her thighs. It was then that he saw
definite movement in the first car.
"I want a promise from you," Rob said quietly, his index
finger running up and down the crack of her ass.
"What?" She practically sobbed, fucking the glass door as
best she could.
"Entertain my friends tonight. We'll go to dinner and
then have them over for drinks later."
Her whole body stiffened. He smiled, knowing there would
be an objection to that. The majority of his friends were
female and she refused to debase herself to women. Enolah
was a wonderful slut with men, but with women she always
took the reigns.
"I can't," she said softly. He pushed his finger into her
tight little asshole and unleashed his throbbing cock.
"Then you can stay here all night and listen to me fuck
Amelia on our bed." Amelia was the girl Enolah used most
often. She was a pretty girl and a slave, which Enolah
had encouraged him to fuck as a gift. The first time he'd
actually taken her virginity. Later, when he told Enolah
this, she'd only laughed. It seemed that she'd known all
along. Amelia worshiped Enolah and he knew Enolah would
feel as if she'd lost face, with her slave watching her
this way.
There was silence. Rob knew Enolah had too much pride to
back down to either option and she was trying to think of
a way out of it. But the arousal had deadened her mind.
Regardless of what was going on in her head, her body
demanded release. Rob smirked and opened a drawer to the
right.
Inside was Enolah's six inch pink vibrator. He promptly
pushed it between her stomach and the glass. His finger
was still moving in her ass and her clit was still
grinding at the door.
"I'm going to give you something to help you make up your
mind." He left again, this time going to the kitchen.
Enolah was whimpering when he returned.
Gently, he spread her ass cheeks and unwrapped the stick
of butter halfway. He smeared the cold butter on her
cheeks and she squealed. Amused, he spread her cheeks
further and began teasing her asshole with the stick of
butter. She angled her hips back to try and catch it. The
butter pressed into her hole for a brief second and then
he was rubbing it around in slow circles again. The hot,
melted butter began to drip down her thighs. As he fucked
her ass with the butter, he rubbed his cock on her
asshole, getting it lubricated. She moaned and licked the
glass. He put his hand on his cock and pleasured himself
as he worked her into a frenzy.
When the melted butter was dripping on the floor, he took
the stick away. She was slick and oily to the touch, her
perfect ass glistening, her tight asshole primed for what
he had planned. He removed the vibrator from her stomach.
"I'm going to lube this up with my own precum." She
groaned in answer as he did just that. When it was thick
with his juices, he slid it in.
She gritted her teeth and pressed her pussy back to the
glass. He'd just broken her ass in a few weeks ago. Until
then it has been a cherry, which delighted him. Now she
couldn't get enough and this exercise was bound to make
her lose her pride. When it was buried in almost to the
hilt, only a bit of pink and then the black controls
showing, he turned it on it's lowest setting. That got
her going again.
To his amusement, she banged her hips against the glass
and clenched her ass cheeks around the vibrator.
"Please!" Came ripping from her mouth. He rubbed the tip
of his cock in the small of her back and looked out into
the parking lot. Car number three was just pulling up and
the person in the first car had his face pressed to the
windshield. He could picture the image she presented. Her
tits were firmly crushed against the glass, as was her
red and raw pussy. There were smears of saliva on the
door by her mouth and even more smears of butter and her
juices by her pussy. He wished his spectators could see
what he was doing to her ass as well.
"Service my friends," Rob said. The guy in the first car
finally stepped out, making no more effort to hide the
fact that he was watching. He leaned against the hood of
the car.
"I can't!"
"Then I can't help you." With that he walked away and lay
down on the bed, watching the people in the parking lot
and the way her body moved while she tried in vain to
come to an orgasm.
A woman walked by with her dog and looked up briefly, and
just as quickly looked away. The man and woman in the
second car had gotten out as well. The man in the third
car was a guy Rob knew enough to say "hi" to in the
mornings. Rob worked his cock harder, wishing he could
bury it in Enolah while these people watched. He thought
of her flaunting her body in front of his friends, acting
the whore for him. He was beginning to feel tortured
himself.
"What's your answer?" He demanded. His cock was pressed
against her ass and he could feel a minute vibration.
"Don't make me," she gritted out. Her whole body was
slick with sweat. Her arms strained against the duct tape
and her stomach muscles were hard as a rock. He sighed.
"Very well, then." Regretting it, but unwilling to deny
himself, he withdrew the vibrator from her ass and pushed
into her hand, making her hold it. He ripped off the tape
on her waist, leaving a bright red welt. She screamed,
but he doubted she felt much pain. He rubbed himself
furiously as he parted the slippery lips of her pussy. He
could hear her begging and thanking him.
He watched the spectators when he slid into her. The
little group was bigger now and he was far more excited.
The could see him entering her from behind, one of his
arms around her waist. He pumped her cunt, so wet he
nearly slipped out every time he pulled back. With his
eyes on the people in the parking lot, the excitement of
them watching, he came with only six or seven thrusts and
then spurted his seed inside her and on the much-abused
glass. She still hadn't come at all and he took almost as
much pleasure in her wail of horror as he did in creaming
her.
He pulled out immediately and left her there. Her pelvis
moved in wider circles on the glass, smearing it in large
streaks. The people were still watching but he'd lost
interest. He was now looking forward to that evening. In
her condition, she'd mate with a dog if he told her to.
Rob continues his erotic torture of Enolah in an even
more public place.,He eventually pulled the tape off and
closed the blinds. She'd begun to sag from sexual
exhaustion. Her whole body was covered in sweat and her
long black hair had worked its way loose of the casual
twist she normally threw it into. It looked as though
she'd lost the will to fight, but he knew her better than
that. She was at a slow simmer even now, but it would
take mere seconds to fan it into a full rolling boil.
He kissed the back of her sweaty neck as she moaned and
rolled her eyes skyward. "Ready to give in?" He
whispered, picking her up.
"Death before dishonor," she said without thinking. He
sighed, but expected no less.
"So be it." With that he carried her to the bathroom and
laid her in the tub. Her eyes were closed again, her
pussy still swollen and brimming with cum. He enjoyed
looking at her like this. Grinning, he turned on the
shower without warning.
The cold water hit her in the belly and she squealed,
sitting up to get a face full of water. He only pushed
her back down firmly.
"Lie still or I'll snarl your hair." There were no more
sounds uttered as he scrubbed her harshly, avoiding only
her pussy and her ass as best he could. He let her wash
her own hair, but he watched while she did it. The cold
water and the irritation between her legs had gotten her
up and moving, proving that she was no more defeated than
she had been reading her book hours before.
He watched her closely when she got out of the tub, but
he didn't let her dry off, save for her hair. That she
wrapped in a towel and he took her back into the bedroom
to lie her down on the bed.
He parted her legs and she immediately began to quiver.
Her body was cool and wet to the touch and he rubbed his
hands over her thighs and breathed in the smell of her
sweet pussy. "Lie here," was all he said. He only hoped
she wouldn't relieve herself in the seconds he was gone.
It was no surprise to see her fingering herself again
when he came back, but she was no where near orgasm, or
at least not as close as she'd been the first time.
Impatiently, he brushed her hands away and spread her
thighs wider, slapping them once each. He tucked a small
towel beneath her ass and put his fingers inside her
briefly. She was still soaked, he was pleased to note, as
much with her own juices as with his cum and the butter.
Smiling, he lathered her pussy up and commenced with
shaving.
Obediently, she lay still beneath him as he bared her
fully. With her pubic hair gone, the swollen irritation
and her wetness was much more pronounced. It was all he
could do to keep from burying his face in her beautiful
pussy. He pushed his fingers inside once more and held
them there while he wiped the shaving cream off with the
towel. She moaned softly and began gently rocking back
and forth. He allowed this while he spoke.
"We're going to dinner, Enolah," he said in a tone that
left no room for argument. "I'm taking you to Sforza."
She moaned a bit more. "When we get back I'm going to
call some of my friends and if you're a very good girl,
I'll let you have as many orgasms as you want. You do
want that, don't you?" He purposely moved his fingers
inside her. She moaned louder and squeezed her eyes shut.
"I could keep you like this forever," he said calmly.
"You'll never have my cock in you again."
"Mmmmm," was all she said and he had the feeling she was
smiling inside at the absurd threat.
He made short work of getting her dressed. When she was
finished her hair was in a classic French twist. She wore
black thigh-high stockings, a black garter belt, black
leather heels, and a little black shift that only came to
mid-thigh. There was no bra for her full breasts and no
panties for her aching pussy, which was just how he
wanted it. The shift was loose enough that he could pull
it up or down to expose any part of her.
"What a beautiful girl," he murmured as she dabbed
perfume behind her ears. His hand traveled up her thigh
and to her pussy. She leaned against him and smiled.
He didn't make use of her until they were caught in the
thick of Saturday night traffic on Clematis Street, where
the restaurant was located. It was bumper to bumper
traffic, cars sandwiched on either side of his car.
Casually, as they inched slowly along, he reached over
and pulled one of her breasts from the top of her dress.
Her back arched immediately and she moaned. Her hands
reached down and pulled her dress up of their own accord.
It was only a few inches before her bare pussy was
exposed as well. He could only think it was a shame the
other drivers couldn't see that as well.
There was no question that the occupants of the cars on
both sides of him were watching avidly. He didn't even
need to look. One held a guy and his girlfriend and the
other had a car full of young teenybopper girls. He
rolled Enolah's nipple between his thumb and forefinger
and caught the girlfriend's eye. Her mouth was hanging
open and she was blushing furiously. She also seemed
quite determined to keep her boyfriend from seeing
Enolah's breast. Rob was amused. The boyfriend was
looking anyway, over his girlfriend's shoulder. The car
full of girls were merely squealing. They had their
windows open and he could hear everything. Enolah lay
there, completely unfazed by the attention.
He looked down at her wet pussy and slid a finger in and
then put it back to her nipple, getting it wet as well.
She cried out and arched her hips again, just barely
showing a bit of her bare ass. Rob was pleased, watching
her expose herself. He gave her a treat, leaning over to
kiss her pussy lips. The girlfriend saw and shot her
companion a dirty look. Rob slipped his fingers into
Enolah's pussy and then pushed them in her mouth. She
suckled with her eyes closed, squeezing her thighs
together. His cock throbbed insistently in his pants as
traffic moved on.
The two cars kept up on either side of him until he
turned down Banyan to find a place to park. The parking
garage was humid and Enolah groaned when he pulled her
out of the car. There was a wet spot on the seat from her
juices, but fortunately nothing on her dress. Unable to
help himself, he pushed her up against the car door and
pulled her shift all the way up over her breasts. She
whimpered, probably trying to make him stop, but he only
spread her legs and rubbed his cock against her ass.
People walked by and watched them curiously, but they
couldn't see anything. He was a bit disappointed.
He had to take her hand to lead her to the restaurant.
Her hard nipples showed clearly through the thin silk of
her dress and the way she was walking spoke of the ache
between her legs. He walked closely behind so no one was
able to see his own need and noted the looks men gave her
as they walked by. Keeping up a brisk pace, he lifted the
bottom of her dress again, showing her round, firm ass. A
whole group of men stopped dead in their tracks.
"I want to fuck you," he whispered in her ear, forcing
her to keep walking. She only nodded in answer, keeping
her head high. He admired her pride. Sforza was packed,
as usual. It was a huge, open room with dozens of tables
in the middle and rounded booths against one wall. On the
parallel wall was the bar and the whole front of the
restaurant were open glass doors.
They stood in line, crushed in the middle of people
wanting a drink, a table, or just to talk with their
friends. He rubbed his cock against her ass again,
pulling her dress higher. He rubbed her clit as she
moaned quietly. She was writhing against him, her ass
cheeks spread to admit his clothed cock. Her shaved pussy
was dripping. Then, suddenly, she stopped.
"There's someone watching us." She said, her whole body
going still.
"I don't see anyone," he responded, annoyed. He dug his
middle and index fingers into her pussy and felt her
shudder.
"They're going to kick us out," she hissed. "That blonde
waitress was staring right at us."
Rob looked around, but couldn't see much of anything.
"You're paranoid," was all he said, trying to resume dry-
fucking her. Then he saw who she was talking about. A
very blonde, very cute waitress had stopped dead in her
tracks, a drink tray in her hand, staring at Enolah's
bared lower body. Rob gave the girl a slow smile when she
looked up. The waitress didn't blush and didn't move. She
just returned his look with one of her own.
It was guaranteed to be a long wait, more than two hours.
He was picturing all the fun he could have with Enolah
while they stood there. But to his amazement, he saw the
blonde walk up and speak to the harried host and a booth
cleared in moments. She came herself to seat them.
"My name is Sara. I'll be your server this evening." She
looked directly at Enolah as she spoke, but Enolah only
looked away. She sat them and slid into the booth next to
Enolah.
"I assume she'd yours?" Sara asked of him. Rob only
nodded, wondering where this was going. "I saw what you
were doing."
"We know," Enolah said waspishly. Rob nearly smacked her.
It looked like she was going to ruin a perfect
opportunity. But Sara didn't look offended. She only
smiled, looking directly at Enolah's lap.
"I want to see more," the waitress stated. Rob relaxed,
satisfied that his beautiful woman was going to get more
service than just refills on her Black Russians. He moved
to push up Enolah's shift and came close to smacking her
again when she slapped his hand away.
"I haven't agreed to serve any women." She made the last
word sound like a curse.
"You will."
"She's nothing but a waitress."
Rob looked at Sara, trying to judge her mood. The
blonde's face was expressionless and then Rob noticed
that her own skirt was pulled up and her little white
panties had been pushed aside. He pushed up Enolah's
dress, allowing no room for disobedience. Sara shuddered
once and tentatively reached out to touch Enolah's shaved
cunt.
"Beautiful," Sara sighed wistfully. Enolah tried to twist
away from Sara's hand, but Rob held her still. The
blonde's eyes twinkled as she looked up, her fingers only
caressing the top of Enolah's vulva.
"Let me get you a bottle of wine. I think it might go
perfectly with your evening."
Rob grinned and Enolah moaned. The connotation was not
lost on either of them. "Bring me a double of one-fifty-
one in a flute, flambe if you please." Enolah gasped and
actually started to struggle.
"You can't do that to me," she snarled. "I hate fire,
Rob." She may have been furious, but there was no
mistaking the panic in her eyes.
"I can't allow you to hurt her," Sara said firmly and Rob
knew at once what the situation really was. Enolah had an
amazing effect on women, making them want to protect her.
"I'm not going to hurt her," he sighed in exasperation.
Enolah's eyes were wild, finally making contact with
Sara. The girl caressed Enolah's vulva, smiling gently.
"Let me do it, then." It was a demand, not a request. Rob
only nodded and Sara left.
"Rob, please, I'll do whatever you ask. Just don't do
this to me." Her black eyes were liquid and begging.
A frown creased his brow. He hadn't wanted to frighten
her into submission, but make her want it in her
desperate arousal. He'd forgotten her fear of fire by
half. He leaned over and kissed her gently. "Have I ever
hurt you?"
She shook her head reluctantly.
"And I won't now. You won't be burned, love. It won't
even be hot. Just warm. I promise you." He kissed her
again, but she was stiff. He wanted to call back the
order, but more of him wanted to go through with it. To
see the warm champaign flute fiery and pressing against
her swollen clit was too much temptation to pass up. As
an overture of trust, he unzipped his pants and took out
his cock, putting her hand on it. She turned her face
away and didn't move her hand. She may not be stroking
it, but at least she wasn't crushing it. He wouldn't have
put it past her.
Sara arrived at the table with a bottle of chilled white
wine and a flute of one-fifty-one. She set both on the
table and looked at Rob's cock with a disapproving frown.
Enolah removed her hand from it and stared at the rum in
fear. Sara took out a long grill lighter from her apron
and scooted back in the booth beside Enolah. Rob pulled
up her dress past her belly button and tucked it behind
her back. He and Sara pulled Enolah's thighs apart,
amidst much coaxing.
"Does she like anal?" Sara asked him while she caressed
Enolah's left thigh. He nodded and the waitress blew out
their candle, which was short and tapered. "Perhaps she
should be pleasured a bit before I do this."
Enolah looked at him pleadingly, though for what he
didn't know. His only answer was to lift up her ass and
angle her onto his shoulder. Sara watched avidly, staring
at Enolah's red-rimmed aperture. "Can I lick her?" She
asked eagerly, pulling her waitress's skirt up again. Her
white panties were soaked and he could see her dark pubic
hair. Like Enolah, she lied through her hair coloring.
"No." He stated firmly and nodded towards the cooling
candle. Obviously disappointed, Sara took it out of the
candle holder and put it in her mouth, getting the wax
lubricated with her saliva. Rob's cock throbbed, seeing
this lesbian giving head to it. He glanced around the
restaurant and saw a few patrons glancing at them, but no
one was paying avid attention - yet.
Sara took the candle out of her mouth and pushed it
slowly into Enolah's ass. Enolah let out a loud moan and
they finally began catching some longer looks, although
no one could see what was going on. In the meantime, Sara
fucked Enolah slowly and deeply with the candle. Rob
watched, guiding his right hand to his cock, while his
left arm was curled firmly around Enolah's shoulders. She
was shuddering again and moaning into his neck.
He allowed this to go on for a few more moments, then
took Sara's wrist. She pulled away from him immediately
in a gesture that was nothing short of hostile. He smiled
apologetically and finally noticed she had bright blue
eyes. He decided those were probably fake as well.
"I don't want her to cum," he said softly. Enolah groaned
and wiggled her luscious ass, the candle sticking halfway
out of her anus. Sara frowned deeply.
"But she needs it."
"She doesn't need it," Rob returned. He wasn't about to
argue with her, but he wasn't going to let Enolah have
any relief, either. "Just push the candle all the way in
and leave it. She's ready for the rum now."
Sara didn't move. "Let me kiss her, then." Rob wanted to
argue with that as well, but it was only wasting time.
"Fine," he said shortly. He hoped his friends weren't
going to be this pushy with him.
Sara leaned down over Enolah's rounded ass and pushed the
candle most of the way in. Then she kissed both cheeks
lovingly and sucked on the end of the candle.
Finally, she pushed it all the way in with her tongue and
kissed Enolah's suffering anus. He could hear Enolah's
little cries of delight and saw that the table directly
across from them was sneaking frequent looks. Sara was
still French kissing Enolah's ass when he nearly had to
shove her away to put a stop to it.
Carefully, he set Enolah back down on the seat. She cried
out as the candle pushed in further and her thighs spread
of their own accord.
"Now," he said and Sara lit the flute.
A bright blue flame appeared low in the glass. All three
of them watched it, as well as the table across from
them. Rob was delighted. Sara felt the glass, deciding it
was warm enough.
"Hold still," she warned Enolah. His black-haired vixen
only nodded and then the glass was pressed against her
sopping-wet pussy. The alcohol and the blue flame were
just below her clit. Sarah turned the glass slowly on
Enolah's clit, getting it wet and sticky. Enolah moaned
and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly. His eyes were
fixed on the rotating champaign flute.
Enolah's back arched and she rubbed her pussy on the
glass. Sara's eyes were glazed, her mouth slightly open.
She worked the flute against Enolah's pussy, turning it
in circles and rubbing it up and down. The alcohol was
burning quickly and the flame was turning yellow. Enolah
writhed against in, a few tables were watching with rapt
attention. Then, with abrupt suddenness, Sara blew out
the flame and put the glass on the table. It was nearly
opaque with Enolah's dripping pussy. When Rob's mind
cleared a bit, he could hear voices from the tables
nearby. They were talking about it.
"She's hot," Sara said, returning his mind to the
condition of his woman. "I think I let it go too long."
Enolah was sitting back, her thighs spread wide, her
pussy red and throbbing, obvious even in the dim
lighting. Her neck was sweaty and her eyes were closed.
Rob kissed her. Blindly, he reached around on the table
until he found the glass of water. Sara dutifully took
out a small sliver of ice and placed it on Enolah's
burning clit.
Rob ordered dinner for them both, though he doubted
Enolah would eat much. Her mind was clearly elsewhere and
she was slow to answer his questions. Her dress was still
pulled up and he was enjoying the view, as well as Sara's
lustful glances. He drank the whole bottle of wine
himself, looking forward to using it as well.
Occasionally, Enolah would drink some from his glass, but
mostly she just sat and smoked her cigarettes. The
occupants of all the tables near them were murmuring in
low voices. Rob caught a few words here and there - just
enough for him to know they were still talking about
Enolah.
Dinner came and went and Sara was finally weeded with the
late-night diners. Rob seized the opportunity to use the
wine bottle, which had been buried neck first in a basin
if ice. Throughout the whole meal Enolah had been bared
from the waist up. She winced every time she crossed her
legs and he had no doubt their dumb waitress had burned
her.
"Open your legs, baby."
Stubbornly, she shook her head. He withdrew the bottle
and showed it to her. "It will help, I promise." She
stared at the bottle, eyes wide. He smiled, knowing she'd
wanted something like this for a long time. "Open your
legs," he repeated.
He pressed his palm down on her vulva and her thighs
spread once more. "Good girl." He played with her,
feeling the heat and moisture emanating from her. He
glanced around the room once more and then put the cold
bottle under the table.
He put the tip of the neck against her pussy and she
jerked upright. He had to force her down, one hand
gripping her breast. She began whimpering, but her legs
opened wider. He pressed the bottle into her, feeling the
violent trembling running through her. When the whole
neck was in, he pressed her thighs together for her and
took out his cock again.
"Stroke it, cock tease," he whispered. Mindlessly, she
gripped his cock and stroked it firmly. He held the
bottle again and began fucking her with it. Every time he
pushed it in she moaned, a sound that was tinged with
pain. It was a few moments before he realized the candle
was still in her ass and undoubtedly pressing into
something tender inside her. He pushed in the bottle
harder and she stroked him faster, gritting her teeth.
"I want your mouth on me," he growled in her ear. She
nodded like a puppet and he shoved the wine bottle into
her tight pussy as far as he could. She leaned over as
soon as he took his hand away and dutifully began sucking
on him. He saw the end of the candle peeking out of her
ass and leaned over to withdraw it, but then thought
better of it.
With the bottle in her pussy, the candle in her ass, and
his cock in her mouth, she was wonderfully stuffed in all
holes. He loved it. He fucked her ass with the candle
almost violently. Her reaction was to suck harder. He
could feel her hot saliva and his own precum running down
his cock. Everyone within view was watching, but he was
oblivious, close to orgasm. She sucked and licked him
with a passion, eating him alive.
He fucked her ass harder, reaming her with the candle.
Her moans were loud, even with his cock to stifle it.
Unable to stop, he came in her mouth, great gobs of it
going down her throat and some of it leaking out from
between her lips. He withdrew the candle as his own
shudders slowed. There was a small suctioning sound and
he threw it down on the floor. Small sobbing sounds came
from her mouth. Her face was still in his lap. It was
then that he noticed Sara standing in front of the table,
a scowl on her face.
"She didn't come, did she?" Her voice was overly loud.
Rob stroked Enolah's hair as she slowly licked him off.
"That's really none of your fucking business, now is it?"
"She should leave you." Sara stated. Her fury was evident
and rather surprising, considering the hand she'd had in
Enolah's abuse.
"We'll take the check now."
Sara's face crumbled and she slid in next to Enolah again
and pulled her upright. The French twist had come loose
and her glorious black hair hung all the way down to the
seat. Then Sara noticed the bottle still buried in
Enolah's pussy. Without asking permission, she took it
out. There was another suction sound and Enolah leaned
back. Tenderly, Sara pulled her dress back down. The silk
was wrinkled and wet with sweat now.
"Come home with me," their waitress said in a husky
voice. Enolah's eyes cleared almost instantly.
"You? But you're a woman." Enolah's voice was a sneer.
Sara recoiled as if she'd been slapped.
"Your meal is on the house." Her tone was full of hurt.
"Just don't come back. I don't ever want to see you two
again." With as much pride as a waitress could muster,
she stood and walked away. Enolah's cruel laughter rang
out in the din.
END
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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