©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#654)
She likes to whisper in my ear during dinner.
“That girl across the table wants to fuck you. She told me the other day when her mouth was on my cunt.”
I smile and pretend I don’t hear her, but when she moves her hand to my thigh she can tell. She returns to the dinner conversation without losing a beat, her eyes moving around the room as she takes everything in.
“When was the last time you fucked my ass?”
I almost can’t make out the words, and she just smiles when she sits up again as if she had just said something funny. By the time dessert is served she’s blatantly rubbing my hard cock as she talks about work with someone across the table. When I can’t resist any longer I lean in pretend to push a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Go into the bedroom and lift your dress. And this time you don’t get to turn around at all until I’m back at the table.”
Her blush is almost imperceptible. When she excuses herself I have to dry her chair with my napkin before following.
Guy New York
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