said, “You’re too tempting. Come here.”
He grabbed one of my hands and pulled me over to the dining
room table. He lifted me up and sat me on the edge, pulling up my dress in the
process so my bare ass rested on the polished wooden surface.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded. “Now lift the dress.”
He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a
small black velvet bag. After loosening the corded tie, he upended the contents
of the bag into his hand. It was two shining golden balls connected by a narrow
chain.
I said, “Those aren’t the Ben Wa balls you bought for me.”
“When I checked the others, they weren’t good enough. I got
these for you today.”
He dangled the gold balls in front of me. “Think of this as
jewelry that only you and I will know you’re wearing. They’re rather big,
though, and need lubrication before they go in. Open your mouth nice and wide.”
He pushed one of the balls into my mouth. “Now suck on it.
Yes, like that. Good and wet.” He stroked my lips with his thumb. With his
other hand, he pinched one of my nipples. I moaned.
He smiled a wicked smile and tugged the ball out of my
mouth, then popped in the other. “Suck away,” he told me. “You’re going to want
to do a good job. Trust me.”
With another little tug, he popped the ball out of my mouth.
He said, “Lean back with your palms flat on the table.
Beautiful. Open your legs wider. Stop.”
With his free hand, he spread my labia apart, then centered
one of the balls against my opening. The metal was cold against my flesh, even
though it had just been in my mouth. Michael appeared to be enjoying what he
saw there for a few seconds, then he slowly began pushing the ball into me. I
groaned.
He laughed lightly and said, “I guess I could have readied
you for that a little more. Does it hurt too terribly bad, my sweet?”
“It’s not terrible, Master,” I answered.
“Pity,” he said, then he with a quick shove, he pushed the
ball the rest of the way into me.
I stifled a gasp, but didn’t keep it repressed for long when
he immediately crammed the second ball into me. Two of his fingers followed the
balls into my pussy. I could feel him pushing the balls up farther inside me.
He played around inside me for a few minutes until I was
nearly ready to burst, then he pulled out his fingers and said, “Too bad I have
reservations, or I’d fuck you right now. Better yet, I’d like to see you on
your knees in front of me, with your tits hanging out of that dress, and my
dick filling your mouth.”
He sighed then said, “Oh well, anticipation will add to
delights later. Come on, hop up. No more time for this. We’ve got
reservations.”
I pretty much let him move me around like a puppet. He
lifted me off the table, rearranged my dress so I was covered again and
smoothed the fabric. He directed me to find my purse, then ushered me toward the
door.
With my first few steps, I felt the impact of the Ben Wa
balls inside me. It was a strange feeling, the sensation of the balls within
balls rolling around. I clamped my muscles, though I doubted that the gizmo
could possibly fall out of me. But you never knew, and besides, clamping down
added to the pleasure.
I don’t think I could have been more discombobulated than I
was during the walk to Michael’s car. First, there was all the consternation of
the dress, a dress that felt more like lingerie than outerwear, clinging to
every part of me it touched. Second, I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, an
experience that was still new to me, and disconcerting to say the least. Third,
and last, the Ben Wa balls were doing their thing with every step I took.
It truly was a good thing that Michael guided me the whole
way, his hand resting on my bare skin at the base of my spine. I had way too
much to think about to concentrate on getting from point A to point B.
The car ride was another interesting, and perturbing
experience. Every bump in the road sent
He grabbed one of my hands and pulled me over to the dining
room table. He lifted me up and sat me on the edge, pulling up my dress in the
process so my bare ass rested on the polished wooden surface.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded. “Now lift the dress.”
He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a
small black velvet bag. After loosening the corded tie, he upended the contents
of the bag into his hand. It was two shining golden balls connected by a narrow
chain.
I said, “Those aren’t the Ben Wa balls you bought for me.”
“When I checked the others, they weren’t good enough. I got
these for you today.”
He dangled the gold balls in front of me. “Think of this as
jewelry that only you and I will know you’re wearing. They’re rather big,
though, and need lubrication before they go in. Open your mouth nice and wide.”
He pushed one of the balls into my mouth. “Now suck on it.
Yes, like that. Good and wet.” He stroked my lips with his thumb. With his
other hand, he pinched one of my nipples. I moaned.
He smiled a wicked smile and tugged the ball out of my
mouth, then popped in the other. “Suck away,” he told me. “You’re going to want
to do a good job. Trust me.”
With another little tug, he popped the ball out of my mouth.
He said, “Lean back with your palms flat on the table.
Beautiful. Open your legs wider. Stop.”
With his free hand, he spread my labia apart, then centered
one of the balls against my opening. The metal was cold against my flesh, even
though it had just been in my mouth. Michael appeared to be enjoying what he
saw there for a few seconds, then he slowly began pushing the ball into me. I
groaned.
He laughed lightly and said, “I guess I could have readied
you for that a little more. Does it hurt too terribly bad, my sweet?”
“It’s not terrible, Master,” I answered.
“Pity,” he said, then he with a quick shove, he pushed the
ball the rest of the way into me.
I stifled a gasp, but didn’t keep it repressed for long when
he immediately crammed the second ball into me. Two of his fingers followed the
balls into my pussy. I could feel him pushing the balls up farther inside me.
He played around inside me for a few minutes until I was
nearly ready to burst, then he pulled out his fingers and said, “Too bad I have
reservations, or I’d fuck you right now. Better yet, I’d like to see you on
your knees in front of me, with your tits hanging out of that dress, and my
dick filling your mouth.”
He sighed then said, “Oh well, anticipation will add to
delights later. Come on, hop up. No more time for this. We’ve got
reservations.”
I pretty much let him move me around like a puppet. He
lifted me off the table, rearranged my dress so I was covered again and
smoothed the fabric. He directed me to find my purse, then ushered me toward the
door.
With my first few steps, I felt the impact of the Ben Wa
balls inside me. It was a strange feeling, the sensation of the balls within
balls rolling around. I clamped my muscles, though I doubted that the gizmo
could possibly fall out of me. But you never knew, and besides, clamping down
added to the pleasure.
I don’t think I could have been more discombobulated than I
was during the walk to Michael’s car. First, there was all the consternation of
the dress, a dress that felt more like lingerie than outerwear, clinging to
every part of me it touched. Second, I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, an
experience that was still new to me, and disconcerting to say the least. Third,
and last, the Ben Wa balls were doing their thing with every step I took.
It truly was a good thing that Michael guided me the whole
way, his hand resting on my bare skin at the base of my spine. I had way too
much to think about to concentrate on getting from point A to point B.
The car ride was another interesting, and perturbing
experience. Every bump in the road sent