C: the Mouse

SPEEDIER DATE

Britney looked at the nondescript little man that was approaching her table. In his brown sports jacket and topsiders he looked more like an insurance salesman than a perspective date.

“Good evening. May I sit down?” he said taking the seat opposite her.

By this time Britney’s patience was wearing thin. “OK little man, my name is Britney. My sign is Cancer. My favorite color is red. My favorite season is winter. If you don’t have anything more original to add to the conversation, you can keep walking!”

He took a moment to gather himself. Britney wasn’t sure which he would do first run, or start crying. He did neither.

What he said was: “Be quiet! You will address me as ‘William’ or ‘Sir’! I will decide if you meet the specifications I am searching for.” With that, he picked up her drink and knocked it back without batting an eye and slammed the glass back down on the table.

“Woof! The mouse that roared.” Britney thought to herself. “This is certainly not what I expected!”

He continued: “I am looking for submissive partner who is prepared to totally devote herself to my pleasure. In return I can promise a unique experience and unparalleled fulfillment.”

“Well..Sir,” Britney stammered, “What would our night together look like?”

He sat forward, looking her directly in the eyes. When he spoke it was calmly, with a complete authority that brooked no compromise. He began to relate how their date would unfold…

“We shall leave here and return to your residence. Once inside, you shall remove your clothes and allow me to inspect your body. I shall take your breasts into my mouth and suckle each one in turn. This, combined with a careful caressing of your body will heighten your ardor and quicken your breathing. As you would expect, we adjourn to your bedroom, but we will continue past there and into your bathroom. By now you are feeling some urgency to relieve yourself- having come directly here from the club.

As my hands play over your belly and stroke your nether lips, I find the string to your tampon. I tear this out and throw it away as we will have no further use of it. I place you in the shower, facing away from me and direct you to bend forward and spread your cheeks. I insert my tongue into your anus and generously coat your ass with my saliva. This serves the double purpose of increasing your arousal while lubricating your rear passage for what is to come.

As my tongue works deeper into you, I encounter the tenants of your bowels. We play a gentle game of tag as you allow just a bit of your fruits to descend looking for a way out. You begin to squirm pressing your thighs together.

“I need to go!” You moan softly.

“Soon.” I caution.

Rising behind you, I plunge my hardening shaft into your nether passage eliciting a gasp from you. Simultaneously, I plunge one finger into your urethra effectively sealing both your front and rear passages. I begin to pump into you with increasing fervor. With the hand that is sealing your pee hole, I work your clit massaging it and drawing it out from under its hood. You becoming increasingly excited and your pussy begins to drip- a mixture of clear fluid tinged with the bloody offerings of your monthly flow. I continue to slam into you, working your clit until you feel as if you will explode. Then as your orgasm breaks, I cup my other hand under you catching your girl cum and a torrent of bloody grool escaping from your spasming cunt.

Overcome by the **** of your climax, you drop to your knees, unsheathing my still turgid member. I paint you with the leavings of your recent offering coloring your breasts and belly a bright red. As I walk around in front of you, you can see that I am still hard and streaked with the remnants from your anal cavity. I plunge myself into your gasping mouth allowing you to taste both my cock and your own leavings. I hold your head firmly and fuck your mouth until my seed spends freely down your throat. You gulp forcefully, trying not to lose any and as my spurt begins to slacken you believe that I will release you.

But I continue to hold you tight against my groin. Then you feel a new pressure begin to build as I shoot my pee into your mouth and down your throat into your belly. I release your head and you topple over onto your back gasping for breath.

“I need to pee!” you cough weakly.

As you lie there attempting to gather your wits, you feel me press into you once more. With one finger wriggling up your urethra, three fingers plunging into your cunt and the other hand buried deep in your ass, you feel my tongue **** your clit- now licking, now biting; driving you further and further into a frenzy. You cannot hope to prevail for long and soon another massive climax rocks you to your very core.

I stand to survey you. Finally, free from any encumbrance, you lie on the floor and allow your sphincters to release what you have been desperately holding. A flood of pee escapes you onto the floor of the shower as your bowels uncage delivering their contents. You can do nothing but lie in your own waste in a state of complete fulfillment.

He stopped speaking and sat back in his chair.

Britney sat stunned. Her bottom lip quivering, her panties drenched in her own juices.

In a hoarse whisper, she croaked out: “Please Sir, can we go home now?”