From One Date to Another

"You're sure you don't want to spend the night?" Eric asked Mia. There was no longer any sensual music in the courtyard, nor either lovers moans, just the light chirp of crickets on a comfortable night

"No, no senor Eric." Mia replied to Eric. "Lo siento."

She had enough time, funnily enough; Jeremiah wanted a later date, and if it took them awhile to eat, she'd hit the timing window between dates fine. Simon shuddered a bit at the thought that he was used to going out with men, and what that meant....

"That's alright. Here, you've hardly finished your pasta Mia." Eric said with a smile, twirling the fork around the pasta and pressing it to her lips. She felt a bit full from her burger, truthfully, but swallowed the pasta nonetheless.

They finished their pasta and sat out in the courtyard, Mia drinking her wine down, guzzling it. Sweet. No, more than sweet. Savory.

"Ah, you like?" Eric asked with a smile.

"Si. Vino.....mi favorito ****." Mia as she licked her lips for any stray drops of wine; for Mia, the buzz of the wine relieved her tension from the fact just a bit of time before, she'd been covered in his cum like some sort of wh....

"Goodnight, Mia." Eric said with a smile, jumping Mia with a kiss as he let her out of his car; he watched her waltz to her front door. The things he had done to that ass if she stayed the night.....

But Eric shook his head. Their car ride or over hadn't been unproductive. Mia had been confused when Eric had brought up her 'family history of Bipolar disorder', but then mentioned her friend Tanya had brought it up to him, and Simon internally sighed. Right. Tanya's machinations and dumb unintentional comments now had a genuinely good Doctor worried about her mental health.

Mia assuaged his concerns. She felt fine. In turn, Eric gave her a card, saying his friend would call her tomorrow morning for a telemedicine appointment, then go from there. Free. He winked as he told her he might need to see her for an actual inspection once again, and Mia promised it would come.

She had just enough time to fix her makeup and clean her breath before Jeremiah arrived; thankfully enough, she didn't forget the black set he had so graciously purchased her. Tanya peaked from the blinds

"Jesus girl. Talk about a ghost walkin'. How u gonna ghost me for a week then come begging for clothes?" Jeremiah said to Mia as she slid into his passengers seat.

"Lo siento. Lo siento. Mi.....back in Mexico!" Mia said. She'd rehearsed her lines mentally enough. They'd stick. "No...uh...telefono no work."

"Mexico, eh?" Jeremiah said as he peered Mia up and down. "Alright puta, forgiven." The car's cold air was blasting, and Mia's nipples grew in response to the cold, and definitely not in response to Jeremiah grabbing her neck and forcing her into a kiss.

Tanya watched from the blinds for a few minutes. Jeremiah earned his title of the Conqueror in her mind. Even in the poor lighting the late night provided, Tanya witnessed her 'boy'friend having his neck bit into, and seeming to moan in enjoyment. Jeremiah stopped for a moment when Mia grabbed his hand at her breasts. Tanya vowed that she needed to have some better way to here all these encounters.

Her night was one of orgasm after orgasm, just imagining what Simon must be up to....

"Hungry?" He said, stopping as if the whole encounter had never happened.

Mia's breathy 'no' was ignored, and the two went to a sports bar; Jeremiah ordered Mia a few disgustingly sweet drinks, and she downed them, feeling incredibly....ignored. For all his bluster, Jeremiah actually cared more about the games on the television then her, as if she were just a piece to display. Eventually, after Mia had aimlessly scrolled her phone for what felt like years (and consumed way more **** then she realized), he stood up.

"Letsgo." He said with authority, his hand resting on one ass cheek. They drove back in verbal silence as his loud music played in the car and Jeremiah's hands snaked between her legs. The drive was mercifully short.

Mia stumbled a bit, the mixture of pills, supplements, heels and **** helping her in no way into Jeremiah's apartment. She was a bit dizzy, and certainly more drunk than she knew, and soon enough, she was in. It was exactly how she imagined: not well kept.

"Lemme see that lil' set I bought ya chica." Jeremiah said, slapping her ass like he owned it, and then allowing her precious time to change. It was a struggle with how intoxicated she was, but Mia got it on, and emerged from the dingy room to Jeremiah sitting on the sofa.

"Fuckin'....damn. Black looks fine on you. Better then pink..." Jeremiah said with a smirk. He looked a little bit annoyed. "Well, don't be so quiet, thank me!"

"Th-thank you Senor Jeremiah." Mia said, standing in front of the muscular, intimidating hunk of a man clad in only heels and the thin lingerie set. Thankfully enough, she had that prosthetic on, if this dude Mia was Simon....

"No you zorra..." Jeremiah said, proud of himself. "Did a lil Spanish while you were gone. Thank me by taking off my gift."

Mia didn't need any more guidance. She felt her brain focus on a memory from Mexico City. Simon had entered a strip club and watched a girl slowly strip herself of every piece of clothes, starting with her heels, then slowly working on her bra, then down came the panties. The memory now became her reality as she slowly wiggled from the heels, and sexily took her lingerie off, copying a turn from the girl. Shaking her ass, Mia felt Jeremiah pull her in, stopping her in her tracks before she could pull the panties off.

"Damnit, where'd you learn that sexy move girl?" Jeremiah said breathlessly. His cock was hard against her cheeks, and Mia felt his rough hands grab her tits and squeeze them as if he wanted to crush them. From the pain came pleasure, and Mia felt Jeremiah slid out of his pants as he held her up. "I want dat ass, but I wanna see what your titties do Mia."

"Si....Senor Conqueror." Mia said as Jeremiah pulled his dick from his boxers, fumbling around with something as she began to replicate exactly what'd she done for Eric the night before. Jeremiah had a better tolerance than Eric for her porn star replications, and but eventually he eventually began to gasp. Mia had been looking at his massive dick, jealous at how big his dick truly was, way larger than Simon's comparatively sm....

A shot of cum caught her right in the eye, and soon enough, Mia's entire face was covered in cum from Jeremiah's dick. It had caught her off guard totally, and Jeremiah knew it.

"Fuck it. I want another round of that. Fuck your ass, you got some udders on you puta." Jeremiah said, and almost like magic, his softening dick swelled once again, as if Jeremiah had no refractory period.

Six times. It'd been six more times that Jeremiah came on her tits, neck and face, totaling seven. If her experience with Eric had been bad, this was like a bukkake of cum, something Simon had long loved when he viewed porn. Thankfully, after her third cumshot in the eye, Mia stopped needing her eyes to be open, and instead went by instinct.

"Smile lil' ho'." Jeremiah said, and Mia looked up at his face, the first time since she sank to her knees. His flash went off, and he then turned around the phone.

It was much worse than Mia imagined. Cum was in her hair, her eyebrows, around her eye, on her tits, on her neck, looking like she'd mixed her heavy makeup with cum. She looked like a mess, and Mia opened her mouth to speak up, with Jeremiah turning the phone back around and guiding her head to clean his dick.

"Fuck, that's right, yeah." He said, letting her go eventually, and Mia was free to stand up, her face warm from the drying cum and her feet cold from the marble.

Jeremiah didn't provide any help in cleaning the cum off, nor did he seem like he wanted her to, but did laugh at her pleading to delete the picture.

"Worried bout a lil picture? I got it on video." Jeremiah said with a shrug of his shoulders, and Mia's mouth went agape as she saw herself from the third person, sucking Jeremiah off.

He refused to delete the video, and Mia meekly cleaned herself off, thanked Jeremiah once more for the lingerie, and felt gracious that he took her home.

Tanya watched the home security footage from the night before with interest. It was the early morning after, and she got to see Mia's 'I tried to clean off cum and failed' look in 4k as she entered the home, witnessing her take a shower and silently slip into bed. Delicious. Tanya had slipped out If she weren't in a coffee shop, she'd....

ALERT: Voice detected in - Kitchen

Huh, nice, Tanya thought to herself. The voice sensors she'd bought and setup worked. Putting her headphones in, she listened.

"El Doctor Thornthrob?" Mia replied. "It's muy chicho to meet tu."

There was silence for around a minute.

"B-Bi Pol-Polar....Dis...." Mia fakely struggled with the word. Hmphm. She could play a ditzy spanish MILF to a T.

"Si. That's the palabra." She replied. Mia put the doctor on speakerphone, much to Tanya's thanks.

"Right Miss Lozeno. It'd be lovely if you came into my clinic for an evaluation. Only so much telemedicine can do." He said. Mia began to speak up. "Miss Lozeno, I understand the condition may run in your family, but thankfully enough, modern medicine can deal with most problems it causes. Would today at 12 work? Tomorrow my schedule is fluid."

"Uh, si." Mia said. Her face was contorted in a bit of stress. The doctor thanked her and Mia sagged. This all was horribly much.

Tanya smiled as she realized Mia had perfectly applied her makeup and closed her laptop. She was going to surprise Mia, conveniently come home, and much sure she made it to her appointment on time. And that she sent a message to her dad.